You may find it difficult to be roused by a description of a straightforward deep/prog house shuffle doing precisely what the title tells it to, going plinkety-plink as the track emerges from its shadowy cocoon, attacked by percussive hiss and lightning bolts, shaking the bottle and waking the drink inside. But that's what a lot of Let the Beat Flow sounds like; bossed by a vocal that’s slightly on the beefcake yet camp side, neither party are who you’d have down for minimal, militant sub-techno, though perpetual pressure pusher Healey and NdS’s Chris Elliott can’t resist a bit of bendy synth carnage here and there to mimic a global implosion. It’s a hook up instantly putting them in the ear-line of punters from outside their radar. Something to spike the party’s punchbowl with.
Kicking up a Canadian techno shit-storm and coming up smelling just lovely, Hatiras drops the detonator with a fierce bottom end scrambling and scurrying away from a beating after leaving listeners hanging with educated tantalisation. That vocal is still not quite sitting right in that old jack attack/instructional Detroit style, providing the starter’s blocks for a gunslinger’s battle in space where each duellist craves firearms one-upmanship as the track goes on – kind of like saying I’ll see your bazooka, and raise you a bazooka with flamethrower attachment. Noisy, nasty and satisfyingly selfish.